Strike at me?
Beyond the sword.
Lethal, as the gnashing teeth
Penetrating to my core.
Piercing through the breast
The words you thrust
I can parry – no more.
Strike at me?
My time is yore.
Poetry, lyrics, other words and art…
Strike at me?
Beyond the sword.
Lethal, as the gnashing teeth
Penetrating to my core.
Piercing through the breast
The words you thrust
I can parry – no more.
Strike at me?
My time is yore.
Lovely!💖 😊
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Thank you, Jenna!
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You’re very welcome Kevin!😊
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So true…words are the worst!
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Indeed!
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